Your mother brought you to me
To hold .
You where a big guy in my eyes .
Your hands and feet and eyes and ears
Are so perfect in every way .
Your grandpa knows how special
You are to him already .
I can not wait for you to smell
The flowers and to hear the rain
And chase a toad
And pet a horse as the horse kisses
Your one ear !
With grandpa you will have fun
And we will feel the sun .
With every picture that I take of you ,
It is a precious memory
Just for grandpa .
Oh when you say horse manuer !
By Brock
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